Echoes in Ink

The binding of the ancient book creaked open, releasing a scent of forgotten eras. As my gaze drifted across the yellowed pages, I felt an undeniable excitement run down my neck. The letters seemed to move, whispering secrets across the vast chasm of time. Singular sentence felt like a clue of a
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